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Four

Four                                                                   by Samuel Thomas Bradley
                                                                                                19-06-2023
 
Seconds, minutes, hour’s days and years. 
Particular by a clock, an area the world. 
Something usually happens, or is scheduled to.
Occurrences actions an event instance doing.
When happening the exact amount it takes is used.
Available or allowed, needed the right moment.
No time for jokes.
Quality experience, occasions during specific past.
Often books, with newspaper style events.
A stage a life when woman gives birth.
Spends a place an organization.
Active military required or stay in prison face hard time. 
Company, paying a worker back to front. 
Bigger smaller faster the need for speed we’re after.
A piece of music beats together.
Ahead good always be right, knew the truth.
Used to say, nick, stitch, test, be patient take quickly.
Tell the whole on many occasion, very often and frequently.
As when you're having fun, all wounds heal until become.
Cheaper all dropping, we wait disappointed, accept too long.
Express annoyance buying a candy bar, respect the past at last. 
Suspended matter until you’re sweet, formed act process.
Never crossed just lost in deep details of.
Consideration of feelings with situations, persons enjoying.
Western mainstream economic, two schools a penny systems on topic.
Less important passed on, collected a few to change.
Tiny drops of gas liquid moisture, a can of soup.
Precise exact, many developed, new meaning.
Literal and figurative the various shades of distorted context.
Do you get my meaning, you understand, what I'm telling?. 
A meaningful idea, a poem subtle, literary critics disagree.
True purpose, life devoid of reason or explanation.
Intrusion on experience, loneliness of fear. 
Very brave, I'll never stop trying. Very brave, I am determined. 
“Time is thought condensed into a meaning.”
Form: Didactic


Premium Member A Light-Bearer

I am a light-bearer;
opening doors
so that together
we may seek--

Of course, there 
are no answers,

just questions...
leading to questions;
for we are a species
of seekers, divinely 
clothed in the solver's
garments...

solutions not found
on the path, but in
the maker of paths;
not found in the
mind, but in a 
maze of minds, 
in the tender
of walls, the
pruner of our foot-
steps, keeping asps
from our heals
and scorpions from
our toes. The only
real, is the sense
of being, but in 
the spirit-illusion:
the wise knowing
there is no life,
no consciousness
that excludes the
intangible of faith;
looking from the
outside in, I can 
be certain only
that I think 
I think—no more.

Premium Member INTANGIBLE LIFE KEYS

Each day he came with a full smile and can-do attitude.
I knew he was homeless, but his other truths alluded me.
Each task I asked of him, whether involved or quick, was
another job he consistently gave his all.  His education
was evident, his manners, perfect.  Each payment I gave,
saw my money well spent.

One day in mid-fall, while raking leaves side by side,
a perfect moment of shared ease freed my questions.
With no hesitation, my curiosity sought its feed.  I 
learned he had no steadfast address, no clock or regrets
from any circumstance, but a fire to rise higher towards 
bliss.  He felt society not only easy, but necessary, to resist.

Smiling, he nodded towards my worn ring of heavy keys.
He shared that in his travels he had acquired three.
The first unlocked freedom designed to find key two
and three; a key to inner peace and the other to spiritual 
increase.  He spoke with resolute belief, “I know it’s hard 
to conceive that any man owns intangible keys, much less 
three, but just as your keys open possessions, mine align 
by design to unlock bliss.”

Overwhelmed by his beliefs, all I did was mutely fondle my keys
Form: Prose

Premium Member The Pepperman and the Generals

I OPENED A DOOR
TO A INTERESTING SCENE.

CORPORATE DEALINGS
IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

MAYBE A CONSPIRACY
SOMETHING ABOUT LAND

HAVING CONTROL
AND WIELDING COMMANDS

PETRO AND DIAMONDS
SILVER AND GOLD.

FORCING OTHERS
TO DO WHAT THEY'RE TOLD.

WORK THEM TO DEATH
IT'S TRULY INSANE.

MAKES ME FEEL 
I'M THE GOD IN THIS GAME.

THEY SPOKE ABOUT CONTROL
OVER POPULATION.

THEY LAUGHED AND JOKED
ABOUT INCINERATION

A GIFT TO THE GODS 
FOR OUR MODIFICATIONS.

AS THEY RAISED THEIR GLASSES
TO ONE GREAT NATION.

NO NEED FOR MONEY
FEED TO THE PEASANTS.

I LIKE WATCHING THEM SQUIRM
WHEN THEY STAND IN MY PRESENCE

THEY LAUGHED AND WALKED
TO ANOTHER LOCATION.

THEY REJOINED THEY'RE GROUP
WHO REPRESENT NATIONS.

THEY WERE MET WITH CHEERS
OR SHALL I SAY ROAR.

PASSING THE HALL
AND OUT ON TO THE FLOOR.

THESE WERE THE GENERALS
THE GUYS RUNNING THE SHOW.

YOU DO AS THEY TELL YOU.
THERE'S NO NEED TO KNOW.

DIAMOND CRUSTED 
STATUES OF GOLD.

SHORT AND TALL
YOUNG AND OLD.

THOSE ARE THE DONORS.
THEY LIVE THE DREAMS.

THEY PAY THE GENERALS
TO HAVE THEIR OWN TEAMS.

THEY MAKE THE RULES
TO PROTECT THEM FROM YOU.

THE GENERALS HAVE TEAMS
TO DO WHAT THEY DO.

THIS WAS A WORLD 
OF HAVES AND HAVE NOTS

ALL OF THE ORDERS
CAME DOWN FROM THE TOP

THIS IS A WORLD
WHERE FREEDOM'S NOT FREE

ALL THAT YOU HAVE
IS WHAT YOU BELIEVE.

Michael E. Harris
02092021
Form: Narrative

Afraid of the Silence

Afraid of the silence
By Michelle Morris
29/10/2022

So many people are afraid of the silence
They can't handle the space between the notes or the words
They struggle when nature is still and contemplative
They fill up the emptiness with things and addictions

But everything needs space and time to flow
Everything needs space and time to grow
Everything needs space and time to heal
Everything needs space and time to feel

Silence is important for reflection and calm
Silence is important to sense the mood before the storm
Silence is important to truly hear pure sound
Silence is important to feel your own inner grounding

Embrace the silence and appreciate its gifts
Enjoy time alone and work out what you are feeling
Understand your own thoughts and energy
Learn to understand the rhythm and the beats

So many people are afraid of the silence
But perhaps if things were quieter there'd be less violence
There's too much busyness in the world outside 
And if you never hear the silence you'll miss when God speaks nearby

© Michelle Morris, 2022
Form: Rhyme


Less Tangible Than Air

Less tangible than air
but they live everywhere
with an impact more real
than iron and steel

No shadows they cast
though the sun blazes past
nor substance to block
the light that they mock

Yet block it they do
and obscure it from view
with their energies dark
and their beastly mark

Sworn enemies of man
and God and His plan
They delight as we mourn
our slaughtered unborn

The usual suspects
those Heavenly rejects
contrive and conspire
and their chief is a liar

Misled to believe
the tales that they weave
We are all too willing
to join in the killing

As we watch evil rise
it should be no surprise
that insanity rules
forming thick bloody pools

And delusions abound
among people, unsound
given over to rage
in this mindless age

Don't make the mistake
to believe they are fake
Just because you can't see
doesn't mean they can't be

Even winds are unseen
yet the tree tops still lean
when the atmosphere blows
as everyone knows

So please bear in mind
though the whole world is blind
to our foes now concealed
they'll soon be revealed

Then these demons from hell
nevermore can compel
human beings to kill
one another at will

And our God shall prevail
as the evil ones wail
leaving death and despair
less tangible than air




© Mike Wise
9-29-20
Form: Rhyme

Let's talk about time baby! - Honoring time

On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.

The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.

If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.

Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
© Ak Adam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Paradise On Earth

While older retailers like JC Penny and Sears are dying
   Newer behemoths, think Walmart and Amazon, are flying

Unemployment's under 4%, at historic lows
   Though real income's been a bit slow to grow

Oil and natural gas cost less than years past
   Cars my cost more, but  now they're built to last

Consumers are spending big bucks at the turnstile
   Their confidence higher than it's been in a while  

The Stock Market keeps hitting new all-time highs
   Robust corporate earnings are a big reason why

Though victims of murder or rape deserve all of our pity
   It's a fact that crime is way down in most every big city

More cars have been sold; more jobs been created
   Technology's amazing; our every wish automated --

Yet there's unrest in the land; protestors take to the street
   Over gender inequity, income inequality, the latest Trump tweet

Is this the 'Paradise on Earth' for which mankind's been waiting?
   Materially, maybe.  Spiritually? -- Now that's worth debating
Form: Couplet

Occultum Te Videt

Whispers meet in shadowed crossroads,
Wired power, bought with stolen souls
A price paid in shadows, echoed in yours
A watching eye, the symbol known
Hidden faces, shaping your unseen
Beneath masked skies, the truth pulses unseen
Consciousness remains, through trials and tides

Tombs whispering kept secrets
Hidden faces guard, the ancient truths
Reality mirrors the observer's mind
Distractions mask, the light from birth
Consciousness?, Prabuddho'ham, You're becoming
Ananda's slave...

The dollar's whisper, a hidden sign
The deceived sell their spark to shine
They sold their truth for a symbol, now eternity's their debt to pay, in shadows they'll forever walk, the price of a hollow crown

In the noise, you locate the hidden current
Shadows reveal what your path is hiding
The echoes of fate respond to your silhouette's alignment
And balance reveals your true reward

Masks of uncertainty, concealed paths?
Whispers in the wind, carry the truth
Shadows breathe anima occulta

Return to innocence, return to your heart
To your own self, be true
Follow the voice within where truth reigns
In stillness is my path, and the silence reveals my way

Sugar world

Sugar Sugar everywhere taking it without plants if I dare.
Sugar Sugar make my arteries stiff and crisp, but do I really care?
Just for the record why should I keep giving free advice.
If the music that I make, just does not jive.
Guess you just don't have a case of the hives.

Its a serial crime to sell ce-real to kids.
Whether i boast my quake on oats on a general hill.
Or make kill logs of all the bowels I could have had.
But still these guys keep making me break-fast as an adult.

Let me open the box to see what prize i got.
Ohh look a dead cat which never got me my satisfaction back.
Guess I will just end up paying the price for seeking my prize.
Can we truly see what's real without cereals?
© Ak Adam  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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